"I thought I would join you, is that okay?"Melissa grinned in happiness and gave Steve a quick hug and a kiss. "Areyou kidding?" She added. "I didn't ...ant to leave you last night!" Was it my wit, charm, or devastating good looks?" All three!"The pair made their way to the food court and split up to get theirselections. Melissa stood in front of the local salad and health foodplace sizing up the menu options when she felt the shove from behind.Whirling, she came face to face with Turner. “Ohhh … Gah!” she moaned, wincing as orgasm washed over her. She rubbed her pussy against his face as she came. Her heart was pounding and she was gasping for breath, trying to recover. The feeling was so intense; she thought that she would black out. Mercifully, Keenum stopped, pulling his head back and getting to his feet. She was panting, still trying to recover as his lips found hers. She kissed him back breathlessly, sloppily. She needed him inside her so badly!He spun her around roughly.. She threw her head back and dug deep into my hands with her fingernails. She was really enjoying the ride, moaning in ecstasy. Soon she had another convulsing orgasm. I sat back and let her mount on me like a horse. Her tits completely buried my face. I slowly entered her she went down on my cock, her tits slowly going down my face. I saw her close her eyes and I passionately stroked her hair and asked if she liked it. She replied yes with a soft moan. I placed one hand under her butt and the. But even back in my youth and beyond, I have to accept now that men touched women not just on their breasts, but even more intimately. I don’t understand how they could have known when it was ok to do that, what they had to say first in order to have permission to do it. It’s not relevant to me though, since any sort of contact is not what I want – I’d run a mile, as Miss Danica once put it. Then there’s the whole ‘humping’ thing. It’s not just to rub up till spunk point which is what I assumed.